He was smarting himself from the effects of the experience with the live wire. His bones were yet sore.
“Begorra, I’ll make the naygur wish he’d niver tackled me!” he declared. “Share, I’ll fix him neat.”
Barney had procured from the chemical stores some phosphorus.
He procured a couple of sheets, and thoroughly treated them to a solution of this.
In the dark the sheets gave forth a luminous blue light, which was very like the sulphurous fires supposed to exist in Hades.
The Celt dressed himself up in these in the most ghostly fashion.
He had among his effects a hideous mask, which he whitened with a solution of common whitewash.
Then he placed plumpers in his cheeks to change the tone of his voice. He was now all ready for fun.
He chuckled as he surveyed himself in a glass.
“Be me sowl, I’ll scare the loife out av that naygur!” he muttered, jubilantly. “He’ll think fer shure that the divil has come fer him!”